School, college, the year above
A classmate you lost after exams, a teacher who changed something, the person you sat beside for two years and never found again.

School, work, a commute, a trip, one conversation that stayed with you. Post the moment as you remember it — we look for the person holding the other half.
Free to post, always. Not a dating app and not a people-search.
Identity, photo and contact stay sealed on both sides until each of you accepts.
We hold no birth, adoption or care files and buy no data. Only what people choose to write.
Turn it on and you stop appearing to anyone, in both directions, for good.
There is nothing to browse about you — only the memory you chose to post.
Most of the archive isn't dramatic. It's ordinary moments that turned out to matter.
A classmate you lost after exams, a teacher who changed something, the person you sat beside for two years and never found again.
Commutes, night shifts, a corner shop, a gym at 6am. Familiar faces you never got a name for are exactly what the archive is built on.
A hostel, a queue, a train delay, a conversation that lasted three hours and then the plan fell through.
Someone who helped you on a bad day and disappeared before you could thank them properly.
The weather, the bus number, the song, what they were carrying. Small details match far better than tidy facts.
Your memory is compared against how other people describe the same place, era and detail — never against public records.
If it lines up, you both see the overlap first. Their words, and their name, only after you both accept.